Three guys are sitting at a bar in Hollywood.
#1: "...Yeah, I make $75,000 a year after taxes."
#2: "What do you do for a living?"
#1: "I'm a stockbroker. How much do you make?
#2: "I should clear $60,000 this year."
#1: "What do you do?"
#2: "I'm an architect."
The third guy has been sitting there quietly, staring into his beer, when the others turn to him.
#2: "Hey, how much do you make per year?"
#3: "Gee... hmmm... I guess about $13,000."
#1: "Oh yeah? What kind of stories do you write?"
A screenwriter comes home to a burned down house. His sobbing and slightly-singed wife is standing outside. ?What happened, honey?? the man asks.
?Oh, John, it was terrible,? she weeps. ?I was cooking, the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn?t notice the stove was on fire. It went up in seconds. Everything is gone. I nearly didn?t make it out of the house. Poor Fluffy is--?
?Wait, wait. Back up a minute,? The man says. ?My agent called??
Screenwriters are very attention seeking.
After all, they cause a lot of scenes.